it's a new dawn
the fact that my generic deodorant says "anti wetness" instead of antiperspirant makes me feel incredibly uncomfortable.
as does the smell of death that lingers on 32nd street between Bull and Lincoln. if you're going to give birth, don't put it in the trash can and ruin every one's day.
my bike got stolen. if any one sees a red and black gary fisher tarpon around savannah, do me a favor and tackle the son of a bitch on it. but, i am now the proud owner of a real live vintage model- a 1970s Ross road bike. it rides like a dream and makes my thighs scream. who knew being more parallel to the ground made for more of a work out? and yes, my gears are adjusted properly.
the metro coffe house closed without a warning. i assumed they started opening later because SCAD was out. never imagined they were preparing to call it quits. oh, and pride happened without a warning too. wasnt even in the connect. lame sauce and fail flakes. savannah pride has got to get off it's special snowflake conservative high horse.